We settled ourselves at a window-side table.
Alaric laid his premium cigarette on the table,
followed by his car key and the latest Samsung A288 phone, neatly arranged.
Turning to me with a sly grin, Alaric exclaimed,
“Sir, this is my trifecta for charming the ladies. With these three items in hand, Lord Alaric is unstoppable. Just watch…”
His words were hardly exaggerated.
The high-end cigarette and the Samsung A288 were indeed rare possessions.
Coupled with his imported Mitsubishi Pajero, valued at thirty to forty thousand,
it was clear to anyone that he belonged to the affluent class.
After all, around the year 2000,
private cars were still a rarity,
let alone a luxurious SUV like this.
As soon as he finished speaking, Alaric raised his hand,
elegantly beckoning toward the bar with a dramatic flourish.
In a voice that resonated like a bass, he politely announced,
“Madam owner, we’d like to place our order!”